Hello, my darlings! It's Emma here, your favourite tutu-toting travel enthusiast, writing to you live from the fabulous (and surprisingly vibrant!) Catford. Can you believe it's been a whopping 1963 posts already? I'm simply flabbergasted at how quickly time flies when you're twirling around the world!
But enough about numbers - let's get to the juicy bits.
This week, I embarked on a very special adventure, travelling from the charming Derbyshire countryside (where I miss my horses terribly!) to the exciting heart of London, via a rather charming steam train. Don't get me wrong, the modern trains are fabulous, but there's something about the steamy, vintage charm of a bygone era that sets my heart fluttering!
The journey itself was an event. With a strategically-placed feather boa and my trusty pink tutu (of course!) in my luggage, I became quite the spectacle. Fellow passengers couldn't help but smile at the sight of me twirling my way to the buffet car for a cup of tea, my tiny pink ballet bag (which always holds an emergency pair of tights, just in case!) bumping against my legs.
But Catford itself...oh my, it's truly enchanting! It's a hidden gem, buzzing with a young energy that I absolutely adore. Forget the stereotypes you might have about South East London; Catford is anything but drab. From trendy coffee shops and independent boutiques to a bustling market filled with vibrant stalls selling everything from artisanal cheeses to vintage clothing, it was a treasure trove of delightful discoveries.
And what would a visit to London be without a dose of ballet? I treated myself to a divine performance at Sadler's Wells theatre. I do love a good classic ballet, but you know I'm a sucker for modern dance as well, especially anything with a touch of urban flair. Tonight's show was all about street dance, with dazzling, high-energy choreography and electrifying music. I can't wait to go again!
Of course, no ballet journey would be complete without a proper practice session. After all, one must stay nimble, even when you're jet-setting around the globe. The dance studio I found in Catford was just delightful, with walls adorned with pictures of famous ballerinas, sunlight streaming through the windows, and a worn but well-loved wooden floor. I even caught a glimpse of a young ballerina who had just mastered her first fouetté. Oh, to be young and free, again!
I think what truly captivates me about ballet is its ability to bridge the gap between elegance and strength. On one hand, you have the grace and poise, the ethereal movements and flowing fabrics. But at the core, it's pure muscle, dedication, and athleticism. This, my darlings, is what truly embodies my personal philosophy - being powerful in your own way, embracing your inner feminine, and never ever losing sight of that sense of wonder that we all carry within us.
So, Catford, you've stolen a piece of my heart! I promise to return, maybe even with my trusty horses!
And to all my lovely readers, please remember - always twirl with confidence! Don't be afraid to embrace your inner ballerina, even if it's just a little bit. Put on your most vibrant, fabulous outfit, throw on your favourite pair of dancing shoes, and just go for it!
I'm leaving you today with a special message: don't let anyone tell you that your dreams are too big, or your spirit too bold. You can achieve anything you set your mind to, with a bit of grit, grace, and a touch of pink, of course!
Until next time, stay radiant!
Love,
Emma
P.S. Don't forget to check out my Instagram for more photos from my trip!
P.P.S. And remember - a little pink tutu goes a long way! 😉
